All Novel Sweet
Chapter 843
Quinn's eyes widened in panic, her gaze dropping to his slender fingers.
His fingers pressed hard against her lips, as if trying to draw blood.
Tears streamed down her face, but she didn't dare make a sound. There was no one around to help her.
His fingers gently caressed her cheek, his tone and expression returning to normal.
"Take off your wet clothes," he demanded.
She lowered her head and started undressing silently. She moved slowly, and Alexander just watched her quietly, not in any rush. The wind and rain made her sneeze.
In the quiet bathroom, her sneeze was jarring. She cautiously glanced at Alexander.
He showed no reaction.
She dropped her nightgown and then her pants. Standing in front of him, she whispered, "I'm done."
Her voice was thick with congestion, barely audible, and sounded somewhat aggrieved.
Alexander remained expressionless, picked up the showerhead, adjusted the temperature, and helped her bathe.
Quinn was much more obedient, not saying a word throughout the bath.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only
After the bath, she lay in bed, feeling feverish and dizzy.
Alexander's cold hand fell on her forehead, and she vaguely heard him sigh.
Soren arrived at the villa and checked her condition and temperature.
"Mr. Kennedy, Quinn has a cold," Soren reported.
Alexander was sitting on the sofa nearby, pinching his temples with his eyes closed in thought.
After Soren finished speaking, he raised his head and glanced over. "I see. Anything else?"
Soren thought for a moment and then said, "Not for now, but her body is weak. Even a cold can be quite taxing on her. It's best to avoid such illnesses." Alexander turned to look at the person sleeping on the bed and gestured for Soren to leave.
Soren picked up the medical kit and placed it in the corner. "Call me when the IV is done. I'll be downstairs."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Quinn wasn't actually asleep; she was just in a daze. Her head hurt, and the world seemed to be spinning. She felt awful.
She vaguely saw someone by the bed and tried to see clearly. However, the more she looked, the dizzier she became. She struggled to get up but fell back down weakly.
She looked at the person beside her and slowly reached out, clutching his sleeve.
Alexander looked down at her. Her face was flushed with fever, her lips pale, and her eyes misty.
She looked fragile, like a delicate porcelain doll.
There was a certain, sickly beauty to her.
He held her hand, asking, "Are you feeling very uncomfortable?" "Daddy."
She murmured, looking at him. She reached out and grabbed Alexander's sleeve tightly as if she was afraid he would disappear. Alexander was slightly taken aback.
Quinn cried, her voice hoarse. She moved closer to him with difficulty.
She hugged his waist, just like she would with her father, choking as she complained, "Someone bad bullied me. I want to go home." Quinn rubbed against his leg, the coolness of his trousers easing the heat on her face.
"Don't leave me," Quinn pleaded.
Alexander looked at her intently, his fingers brushing her face, tucking the stray hair behind her ear.
Smelling his scent, Quinn felt a bit more at ease.